and went around to open her door. She grasped his hand, grateful that he
assisted her. Her limbs felt heavy and all she wanted to do right now was pass
out in her bed.
When she turned to say
goodnight he hauled her into his arms, her chest pressed against his. She
looked up at him and the smoldering look in his eyes had her body recharging
once again.
“I’m going to walk you
to your room.”
And what? Have a
reoccurrence of what she was already trying to forget had happened? No way.
“I’m fine. The doorman is right there and it’s your hotel, so you know it’s
safe. I’m really okay, Aidan, but I appreciate the offer.”
“I insist.”
“And I say no. Please.”
“All right. I had fun
tonight.”
“Me too.” Too much fun,
she feared. “Goodnight Aidan.” She pulled away and waved him off, then hurried
through the lobby doors.
The first vestiges of
guilt and horror at what she’d done tonight with a virtual stranger were
already wiggling their way into her conscience. She wanted to be sound asleep
before the full impact of her behavior reared its ugly head.
Not that it would
matter, she thought as she made her way to her room, throwing her purse on the
chair and stripping off her dress. She’d have to face it tomorrow.
As she slipped under
the cool sheets, her body still simmered with heat from Aidan’s touch. Like a
long, hot summer, she worried that nothing could cool the fire he’d flamed
inside her.
* * * * *
The alarm blared in
Melissa’s ears. How could it be time to get up already? She’d just gone to bed.
Or at least it seemed that way.
Pulling her head from
beneath the pillow, she managed to squeeze open one eye to check the time.
Damn. Damn, damn, and
double damn. It was time to get up.
Get up, take a shower,
and get ready to face Aidan.
The flush warming her
body as she padded into the bathroom had nothing to do with memories of his electrified
touch. This time it was the flame of mortification.
What the hell had she
been thinking? Better yet, who the hell had she been last
night?
Certainly not Frosty
Cross . She’d never let go like that, never let her inhibitions fly away in
a storm of desire. Always cool, calm and in control, the woman she’d become in
Aidan’s arms was a complete opposite of the woman she’d thought herself to be.
The woman she wanted to
be. Poised, professional, crisp and impersonal. Instead she’d been wanton,
sexy, molten fire and had melted all over Aidan.
Too bad the shower
couldn’t wash away the embarrassment she’d have to face once she saw him again.
If she were a weaker
person she could feign a headache and at least temporarily put off what was
bound to be an uncomfortable meeting. But she wasn’t weak, had never been, and
wouldn’t allow herself to avoid contact with him.
Correction. She had been
weak, once.
Last night.
She soaped her body,
aching in places that hadn’t been touched in far too long. Oh sure, she got herself
off on a regular basis. After all, masturbating was a great tension reliever,
and in her line of work she ended every day stressed to the maximum.
But getting oneself off
and spreading her legs in the middle of a public park with such wild abandon was
an entirely different matter.
When she soaped her
breasts, she remembered the sensation of Aidan’s hands grasping her softly and
gently, tweaking her nipples until shocks of pleasure sailed through her.
Slipping her fingers between her legs, she was surprised at the instant
awakening of desire.
This kind of thing just
didn’t happen to her.
Refusing to give in to
the sexual need growing steadily inside her, she turned off the shower, dried
off and faced herself in the mirror.
No sense whining about
something she had no control over. What’s done was done, and she couldn’t go
back and change things, no matter how much she wanted to. She’d just have to
keep things cooler between her and Aidan in the future, and to make sure he
clearly
assisted her. Her limbs felt heavy and all she wanted to do right now was pass
out in her bed.
When she turned to say
goodnight he hauled her into his arms, her chest pressed against his. She
looked up at him and the smoldering look in his eyes had her body recharging
once again.
“I’m going to walk you
to your room.”
And what? Have a
reoccurrence of what she was already trying to forget had happened? No way.
“I’m fine. The doorman is right there and it’s your hotel, so you know it’s
safe. I’m really okay, Aidan, but I appreciate the offer.”
“I insist.”
“And I say no. Please.”
“All right. I had fun
tonight.”
“Me too.” Too much fun,
she feared. “Goodnight Aidan.” She pulled away and waved him off, then hurried
through the lobby doors.
The first vestiges of
guilt and horror at what she’d done tonight with a virtual stranger were
already wiggling their way into her conscience. She wanted to be sound asleep
before the full impact of her behavior reared its ugly head.
Not that it would
matter, she thought as she made her way to her room, throwing her purse on the
chair and stripping off her dress. She’d have to face it tomorrow.
As she slipped under
the cool sheets, her body still simmered with heat from Aidan’s touch. Like a
long, hot summer, she worried that nothing could cool the fire he’d flamed
inside her.
* * * * *
The alarm blared in
Melissa’s ears. How could it be time to get up already? She’d just gone to bed.
Or at least it seemed that way.
Pulling her head from
beneath the pillow, she managed to squeeze open one eye to check the time.
Damn. Damn, damn, and
double damn. It was time to get up.
Get up, take a shower,
and get ready to face Aidan.
The flush warming her
body as she padded into the bathroom had nothing to do with memories of his electrified
touch. This time it was the flame of mortification.
What the hell had she
been thinking? Better yet, who the hell had she been last
night?
Certainly not Frosty
Cross . She’d never let go like that, never let her inhibitions fly away in
a storm of desire. Always cool, calm and in control, the woman she’d become in
Aidan’s arms was a complete opposite of the woman she’d thought herself to be.
The woman she wanted to
be. Poised, professional, crisp and impersonal. Instead she’d been wanton,
sexy, molten fire and had melted all over Aidan.
Too bad the shower
couldn’t wash away the embarrassment she’d have to face once she saw him again.
If she were a weaker
person she could feign a headache and at least temporarily put off what was
bound to be an uncomfortable meeting. But she wasn’t weak, had never been, and
wouldn’t allow herself to avoid contact with him.
Correction. She had been
weak, once.
Last night.
She soaped her body,
aching in places that hadn’t been touched in far too long. Oh sure, she got herself
off on a regular basis. After all, masturbating was a great tension reliever,
and in her line of work she ended every day stressed to the maximum.
But getting oneself off
and spreading her legs in the middle of a public park with such wild abandon was
an entirely different matter.
When she soaped her
breasts, she remembered the sensation of Aidan’s hands grasping her softly and
gently, tweaking her nipples until shocks of pleasure sailed through her.
Slipping her fingers between her legs, she was surprised at the instant
awakening of desire.
This kind of thing just
didn’t happen to her.
Refusing to give in to
the sexual need growing steadily inside her, she turned off the shower, dried
off and faced herself in the mirror.
No sense whining about
something she had no control over. What’s done was done, and she couldn’t go
back and change things, no matter how much she wanted to. She’d just have to
keep things cooler between her and Aidan in the future, and to make sure he
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